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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.