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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.