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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.