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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Television,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.