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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.