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 Poland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
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.