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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Pole,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.