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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.