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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.