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 Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.