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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.