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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Can,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.