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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.