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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.