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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Nas,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.