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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.