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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.