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 China 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.