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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.