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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.