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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.