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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.