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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.