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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.