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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Smog,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.