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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.