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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.