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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Crime,
Unwound,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.