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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.