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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.