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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.