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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Neu! 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.