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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.