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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.