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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.