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 Togo and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.