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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.