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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Japan,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.