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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.