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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.