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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.