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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Visage,
Q65,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.