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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.