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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.