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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
New Order,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.