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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.