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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Nico,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.