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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.