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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.