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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.