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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.