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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.