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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.