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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.