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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.