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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.