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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.