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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
the Association,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.