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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.