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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.