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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
X-101,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.