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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Nico,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
June Days,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.