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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.