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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.