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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.