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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.