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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Organ,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.