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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
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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.