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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.