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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.