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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.