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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.