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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.