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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.