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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.