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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.