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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.