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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.