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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Wings,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.