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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
ABC,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.