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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.