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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.