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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Nas,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.