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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.