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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.