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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.