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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.