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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.