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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.