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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.