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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Index,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.