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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Index,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.