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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.