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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.