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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.