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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.