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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.