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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.