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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.