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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.