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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.