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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.