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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.