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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.