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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.