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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.