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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.