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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.