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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.