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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Japan,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.