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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.