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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Brick,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.