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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.