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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.