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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.