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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.