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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.