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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.