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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.