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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.