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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.