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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.