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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.