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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.