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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.