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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.