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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.