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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.