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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Nico,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.