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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.