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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.