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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.