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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.