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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.