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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Godley & Creme 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.