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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.