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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Darondo,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.