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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.