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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.