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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
DNA,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.