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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.