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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Chris Corsano 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.