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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Television,
Darondo,
Crime,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.