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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
UT,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.