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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.