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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.