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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.