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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.