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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.