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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.