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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.