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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.