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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.