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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.