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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Crime,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.