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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.