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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.