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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.