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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Erasure to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.