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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.