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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.