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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Brick,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.