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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.