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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.