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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.