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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.