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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.