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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.