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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.