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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Porter Ricks 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.