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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.