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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.