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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.