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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.