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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.