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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.