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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.