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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.