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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.