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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.