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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.