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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.