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 Togo 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
The Names,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.