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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.