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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.