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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.