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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.