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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Index,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.