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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.