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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.