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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
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.