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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.