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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.