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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.