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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins 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 electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.