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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Motorama,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.