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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
DNA,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.