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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.