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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.