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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.