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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
ABC,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.