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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.