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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.