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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.