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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.