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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.