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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.