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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.