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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
UT,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.