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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.