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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.