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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Can,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Mars,
Darondo,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.