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 Senegal and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.