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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of 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.