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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
AZ,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.