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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Niagra,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.