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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.