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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.