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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.