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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.