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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.