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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.