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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.