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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.