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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Television,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.