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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.