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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.