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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.