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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.