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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.