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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.