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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.