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 Portugal 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.