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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.