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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.