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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.