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 France and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.