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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.