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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.