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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Monolake,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.