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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.