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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.