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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.