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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 snare 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 UT to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.