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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.