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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.