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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Roxette,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.