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 France and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.