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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Index,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.