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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.