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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.