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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.