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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.