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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.