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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.