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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.