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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.