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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.