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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.