Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Slave,
Lyres,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.