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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Crime,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.