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 Libya 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.