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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.