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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.