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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.