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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.