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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.