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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.