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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Magma,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.