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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Neu!,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.