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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.