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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.