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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.