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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
MDC,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
cv313,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.