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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.