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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.