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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.