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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.