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 Poland and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.