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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.