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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.