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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.