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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.