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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.