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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.