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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.