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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.