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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.