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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.