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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.