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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.