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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.