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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.