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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.