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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.