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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.