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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Litter,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.