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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.