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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.