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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.