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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.