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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.