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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
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.