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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.