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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
the Germs,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.