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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.