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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.