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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.