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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.