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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.