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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.