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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
X-101,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.