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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Television,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.