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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Monks,
X-102,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.