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 Tajikistan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.