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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.