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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.