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 Samoa 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Yaz,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
ABC,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.