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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.