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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Television,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
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.