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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.