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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
the Germs,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.