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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Japan to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.