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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.