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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.