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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.