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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.