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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.