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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.