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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.