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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.