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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.