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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.