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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Association,
JFA,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.