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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.