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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.