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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.