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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.