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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
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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.