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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.