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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.