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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.