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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.