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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
JFA,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.