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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
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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.