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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.