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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.