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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.