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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.