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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Interpol,
AZ,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.