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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.