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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.