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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Urselle,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.