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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe 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.