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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.