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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.