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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Pole,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.