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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.