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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.