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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.