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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.