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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.