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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.