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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.