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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.