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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Golliwogs 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.