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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.