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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
The Names,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.