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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.