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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.