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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.