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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.