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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.