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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '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 Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.