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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.