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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.