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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.