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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.