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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.