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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.