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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.