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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
X-101,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.