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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.