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 Lesotho 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.