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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
AZ,
DNA,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.