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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.