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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
PIL,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.