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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.