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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.