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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.