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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Unwound,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.