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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
the Association,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.