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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.