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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Index,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.