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 Ghana and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.