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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Can,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.