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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Index,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.