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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
The Names,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.