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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.