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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.