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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.