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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.