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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.