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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.