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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Index,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.