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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.