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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.