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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Slave,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.