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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.