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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.