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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.