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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.