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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.