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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.