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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.