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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Gong,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.