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 Barbados and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.