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 Nauru and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Smog,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.