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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.