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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.