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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.