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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.