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 Chile 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.