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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.