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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.