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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Model 500,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.