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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.