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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.