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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.