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 Sweden and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.