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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.