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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.