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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Slave,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.