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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.