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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.