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 Cyprus 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.