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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.