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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.