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 Haiti and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.