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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Franke,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.