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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.