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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.