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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.