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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.