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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.