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 Austria 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.