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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.