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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.