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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.