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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.