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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Japan,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.