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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.