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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.