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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.