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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.