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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.