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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
ABC,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.