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 Turkey 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.