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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.