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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.