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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.