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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.