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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.