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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.