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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Monks,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.