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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.