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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Fall,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.