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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Technova,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.