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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.