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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.