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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.