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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.