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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.