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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.