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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.