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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.