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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.