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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.