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 Germany and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.