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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.