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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
EPMD,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.