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 France and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.