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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.