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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.