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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.