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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.