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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.