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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.