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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.