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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
DNA,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.