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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.