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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.