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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.