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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.