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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.