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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Mars,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.