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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.