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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.