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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.