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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.