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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.