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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Smog,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.