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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.