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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.