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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.