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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.