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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.