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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.