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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.