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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Names,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.