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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.