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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.